The Tale of Xorakk: Part 6 – Interrogations

The regiment of 500 elf warriors from Argothrond were marching into the Great Forest, Delsanra among them. The scouts were ahead of them, searching for the goblins, but as of yet none had reported back. It meant the scouts had not yet found any signs of the goblins. Or it meant that the scouts had been captured. Delsanra prayed it was the former, as her close friend, Nimue, was one of the scouts.

As they marched, suddenly there was a commotion. “There was someone or something on the road that just ran into the forest!” one of the elf warriors shouted. Delsanra heard something crashing into the woods. She did not hesitate. The young elf drew her sword and ran into the forest after whatever it was. Behind her, her older sister Merethyl called out behind her. “Delsanra no, do not run out there alone!” But Delsanra ignored her. If it was indeed a goblin and it got away, it would likely warn others. The elves would lose the element of surprise. It would put the warriors at risk. Delsanra had to make sure it was not a goblin.  And that if it was, that she captured or killed it.

Delsanra was fast and she quickly caught up to whatever was running into the forest. She realized it was not just one individual; it was several, and she saw them ahead. She could not make out what they were as they dodged and weaved through the trees in the distance. Delsanra kept up her chase. She knew that she was now separated from her fellow warriors and that there was likely a lot of distance now between her and them. She knew the danger and risk. But she kept going. As she gained more ground on them, she caught glimpses of them as they moved through the trees. Two smallish green figures. They had to be goblins!

But then suddenly from her periphery, Delsanra saw something lunging at her. Before she could react, something launched at her legs, wrapping around them and sending her tumbling. It was a third goblin! As she crashed to the ground, her sword flew from her hands. The goblin’s claws sank into her back, and Delsanra cried out in pain. The goblin grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over onto her back. Still stunned from her fall, Delsanra stared up at the creature looming above her, seeing his hateful glare as he straddled her waist and wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed, trying to choke her. Delsanra tried to wrench the goblin’s hands from her throat but he was strong, especially for his small size. As Delsanra struggled against the goblin and fought to breath, she began to fade. She knew if the creature rendered her unconscious, she was done for. As she continued fighting, she caught a glimpse of her sword on the ground next to her. Delsanra stretched out her arm. She managed to just reach her sword. Gripping the hilt, she pulled it closer and then stabbed upwards, burying the blade into the creature’s chest. It screamed and then went limp as blood poured from the wound onto Delsanra.

Delsanra rolled the dead goblin off of her. But the other two goblins had now circled back and as she started to get up, she saw one charging at her with a spear in hand. The goblin stabbed at her with the spear and Delsanra jumped to the side, trying to dodge it. The spear still caught the side of her left arm, glancing it, and Delsanra cried out in pain as the spearhead cut into her arm. But Delsanra had managed to avoid the worst of it, and she swung her other arm and buried the blade of her sword into the neck of the goblin. He collapsed to the ground holding his neck, as he quickly bled out.

But now the third goblin was on her. He leapt on her back, his claws tearing at her flesh. “You stupid elf cunt, I am going to fuck you to death for killing my friends,” the goblin roared. He sank his teeth into her shoulder and Delsanra shrieked in pain.

With the goblin on her back she could not reach him with her sword. She fell to her knees and then rolled over, throwing the goblin off her. The goblin fell to the ground and he tried to get up, but before he could, Delsanra pressed her blade to his neck. “Do not move, goblin scum, or you will end up dead like your friends,” Delsanra commanded.

The goblin glared up at her but then grumbled, “I surrender.” Delsanra flipped the goblin onto his belly and wrenched his wrists behind his back. She carried some rope on her belt, which she used to bind his wrists. Delsanra hauled the goblin back up onto his feet. “Come prisoner,” she commanded and she began to take him back in the direction that she had come.

About halfway on her way back to the road, Delsanra ran into several of her fellow warriors, who had been looking for her. They travelled together back to the road and the rest of the regiment, where Delsanra presented her captive goblin to the commander, Captain Luthais.

“You did well, Delsanra,” Luthais commended her. He turned to Merethyl. “Lieutenant, please debrief Delsanra and I will start to question this vile creature.” The goblin was dragged off for interrogation.

“I will gladly debrief that elf cunt!” the goblin snarled as he was dragged off. “I will take off her briefs and all her clothes and fuck her until she understands she is a slave!” Luthais turned to the goblin and punched him hard in the face, to silence him, before dragging him off again.

Merethyl nodded to her commander. “Yes Captain, right away,” she replied an she took her younger sister away from the group to debrief her. As soon as they were out of earshot of the others, Merethyl began to scold her sister. “That was a foolish thing to do to run after them like that. You could have gotten yourself captured or killed.”

“If I had not, those goblins could have alerted their friends and we might have all been captured or killed,” Delsanra replied.

Merethyl was about to offer a retort when she saw the blood stains on Delsanra’s shirt, both where the dagger had glanced arm and her shoulder where the goblin had bitten her. Plus the blood of one of teh dead goblins.  “Go see a medic. And good work. Be careful next time, but… you did a good job.”

Delsanra beamed brightly, grateful from the praise from her older sister, as she headed to see the medic.

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The whip cracked across Avshera’s ass and she howled in pain. “Dig faster, slut!” a goblin slaver snarled. Sobbing, Avshera quickened her pace, digging into the dirt with the shovel she had been given. Avshera and the other captive elves, as well as many of the human slaves had been put to task digging a giant pit.

The sun was now high in the sky, and Avshera knew they had been working for hours. She was exhausted and her throat was parched. Her back and limbs were sore from her labor. Her ass and vagina burned and ached from the ravaging she had received the night before by countless orcs. And worst of all, her heart had been ripped from her chest when she had watched her mother being killed by these vile creatures. But she had been given no time to mourn. No time to recover. No time to heal. The orcs wanted their pit dug and were driving the elves and humans with their whips to work at a backbreaking pace to get the task done.

Avshera heard the crack of a whip again and another elf screamed out in pain. “Faster sluts!” the orc slaver snarled. Tears began to pour down Avshera’s cheeks as she continued toiling. This was a worse hell than she could have ever imagined, and she knew there would be no escape.

Xorakk stood nearby and watched the elf slaves working. “Pick up the pace, sluts. If the fuck pit is not completely dug out by nightfall, you will all receive 50 hard lashes. The lashes you are getting now will feel like a tickle in comparison.” He chuckled under his breath as he watched the fearful, exhausted slaves struggling to work faster. There was no way they would be able to dig the whole pit in a day. Even two days was pushing it. The orcs needed a giant pit, since there were over 1000 orcs and goblins coming through this camp. And they planned on raiding soon and taking many more elf maidens. Many of them would end up in the fuck pit, as would these elves all digging the pit. Though Xorakk knew they could not possibly complete the task today, punishing them for failing to do so was a good way of breaking and conditioning the new slaves. Not that it mattered much anyway. They would be completely broken and shattered after a few days in the fuck pit. But it was always good to practice breaking slaves. And also fun.

As Xorakk watched the slaves working, he heard footsteps and turned to see a party of goblins entering the camp. They had a bound elf maiden with them. They took her straight to Xorakk. Curious, Xorakk looked the elf up and down. “A new captured slave?” Xorakk asked. From her swollen orifices and the cum dripping down her thighs, it appeared she had already received her rough introduction to slavery.

One of the goblins stepped forward to respond. “Not just any new slave. This one is a scout for one of the elf kingdoms. And she has information about a small army that has come to the forest, looking for us.”

Xorakk grinned. He had been itching for a fight. “Oh? Did you get all the information you could from her?”

“Yes, General,” the goblin replied. “We know exactly where her friends are and how many there are.”

“Good,” Xorakk replied. “But I suppose we should interrogate her again just to make sure. I will interrogate her and then after I am done with her, I will have her sent through the portal to Gnarlug.” The goblins handed the elf over to Xorakk. She cried softly as he began to drag her off.

Avshera had heard the exchange. Suddenly she felt a sliver of hope. Could elves be on their way to rescue her? As she pondered being liberated from this hell, a whip struck her across her back, so hard that she screamed and dropped her shovel. She bent down and quickly picked it up. She realized she must have slowed her pace while she was day-dreaming about rescue. Avshera got back to work, digging into the earth. After a couple minutes an agonized scream rang out from the forest. It sounded like the captured elf was being tortured and abused by Xorakk. Avshera shuddered and began working harder.

As she continued working, she heard more grunts and whimpers but these were much closer. She turned and saw that some of the elves and human slaves had been put in on their knees or all fours and were being fucked or made to suck off the orc and goblin slavers. One of the human slaves pleaded with the goblin standing over her. “Please Masters, if we do not keep working, we will never finish the pit today and we will be whipped.”

“Not my problem,” the goblin replied, and he pushed her onto her hands and knees and began thrusting into her from behind.

As Avshera watched, suddenly a hand grabbed her arm. She jumped and spun around. It was an orc. “On your back and spread your legs, slut. Present your cunt to be fucked.” Her lip trembling as she fought back more tears, Avshera got on her back as commanded, and the orc immediately climbed on top of her. As he forced his cock into her sore pussy and began thrusting away, Avshera prayed that rescue was on the way. But from the sounds of the captured elf’s screams, it seemed pretty clear that she would divulge everything she knew, if she had not already. Avshera knew deep down that she would not be rescued. This would be her life until she died.

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The elf warriors of Argothrond had made camp for the night. Delsanra had guard duty for a few hours. Now that they had actually seen goblins, it was hard not to be worried. Who knew how many of them were out here? Delsanra prayed that Nimue was safe. As she stood her post, another elf approached her. “Captain Luthais asked to see you. He is with the prisoner. I will hold your post while you are with the Captain,” the elf told her.

Delsanra nodded and headed to see Luthais. He was on one edge of their makeshift camp with the captive goblin, who was bound to a tree. “You asked for me, Captain?” she asked her commander.

“Aye, yes, Delsanra, come with me.” He took Delsanra away from the goblin, so that they were out of his earshot. “This vile goblin here has refused to talk. But he insisted that since you are the one that defeated him, he will only talk to you, and alone. Are you comfortable questioning this creature? I will have warriors nearby and keeping an eye on you in case he tries anything.”

“I am not worried at all. I am happy to interrogate that disgusting creature,” Delsanra replied.

“Thank you Delsanra, then I will leave you with him,” Luthais replied and then he went into the camp.

Delsanra stepped over to the tied goblin. “I was told you were willing to talk to me?” she said coldly to the goblin.

The goblin nodded. “I have a deal for you. Let me get a taste of that cunt. Just a little taste. I just want to bury my face between those ass cheeks of yours and lap at your cunt for a little.”

Delsanra’s cheeks reddened. “You are disgusting,” she snapped. “And you are a fool if you think I would ever debase myself in such a way and let you touch me! You will answer our questions eventually and you will make it much easier on yourself if you cooperate. But I am not letting you touch me in return for your empty promise of cooperation.”

The goblin laughed and shook his dead. “Oh, there is a misunderstanding elf. I wasn’t offering to give you information. If you give me a taste of your delicious elf cunt, when your army is inevitably defeated, I will take you as a personal slave. You see, we are pretty harsh on captured female elf warriors. They usually end up suffering a particularly brutal slavery. But if you offer yourself to me, when you are inevitably defeated and captured, I will take you as my personal slave and that will be a much better life for you.”

Delsanra’s eyes flashed with anger. “Defeat and capture us? It seems I was able to take down three of you with not too much effort. We are going to vanquish you from our lands just like we did millennia ago. Now talk. How many goblins are there in Elevosia? And when are the orcs planning to come though the portal?” she asked.

The goblin sneered at her. “Oh, silly elf. I am not answering your questions. But just remember this moment, when you are captured and stripped. You could have gotten me as an owner and I imagine you will pray for that chance when they are done with you.”

Delsanra ignored his comments and continued her questioning. “How did you access Elevosia?”

“Is your cunt bald or do you have a little hair down there? If you are smart enough to accept my deal and I decide to keep you as a slave I will have your cunt always bare,” the goblin remarked matter-of-factly.

Delsanra’s cheeks reddened more with anger and she continued her questions. The goblin kept evading and making crude comments. Neither got the answers they wanted.

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Ailmar and Yalanue walked along the road on their way back to Salelenor. Ailmar was a young physician’s apprentice and he had been sent to a neighboring city to obtain more breeding potion for the physicians in Salelenor. Yalanue was a warrior, and she had been tasked with escorting Ailmar since he was travelling on a road that was near the Great Forest. Yalanue had no idea why anyone travelling near the Great Forest needed a warrior escort. There was nothing in that forest but harmless animals. And the direction from the capitol to the warriors stationed in Salelenor had provided no details or reason why. But that was the order she had received and it was not Yalanue’s role to question orders. She was a warrior and she did what she was told.

But Yalanue was far from happy about this duty. Based on this brief journey, she had quickly learned that she did not like Ailmar at all. He was arrogant. And a bit of a pervert. Every time they were facing each other and talking, Yalanue could see his eyes focused on her breasts. And she could practically feel his burning gaze on her ass as she walked ahead of him on the road. But they were almost back to Salelenor and then she would be rid of him. Yalanue just hoped that if Ailmar actually passed all his tests and was made a full physician that he wouldn’t be allowed to see female patients.

Ailmar was grumbling about his back. He was carrying on his back a pack that held the vials of breeding potion. He had complained to Yalanue that it was heavy and asked her to carry it. Yalanue had felt the pack. It was not heavy in the slightest. But she had told him she needed to be on guard and could not be weighed down with anything if she needed to protect him. The part that she had not added but wanted to was that she was not his errand girl and he could carry his damn pack himself.

As they continued walking, they heard the cracking of twigs in the forest. Yalanue glanced over in the direction of the woods but she was not overly concerned. It was just animals she told herself. But then suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise as something ran through the forest in their direction. And then Yalanue eyes widened. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Because the creatures that emerged from the tree line and charged at her was not like anything she had ever seen before. It looked like… well, what she had read in the histories as being orcs and goblins.

Ailmar screamed in terror. “Get behind me!” Yalanue yelled and she drew her sword. There were three of the larger creatures which she surmised were orcs and two smaller ones that she surmised were goblins. At least if she was not dreaming.

Yalanue knew she was vastly outnumbered. But as she raised her blade, she swore to herself she would fight to the death and prayed she killed as many of them as she could. But the battle ended quickly. The orcs didn’t charge in within range of her weapon. They instead surrounded her. And as one stepped towards her, drawing her attention another quickly lunged in from behind and grabbed her. Yalanue tried to fight them off but she was no match for trained orcs. She assumed she was going to be killed but she realized she was being taken prison instead as they disarmed her. Yalanue cried out in frustration as they began tearing off her armor and clothing. She continued trying to kick and punch at them. “This is a feisty one!” one of the orcs remarked, laughing to his friends, as he ripped the last of her clothes off. “She will be fun to break into slavery.”

Yalanue was pushed facedown onto the road and her wrists were bound behind her back. She heard frightened yelling from Ailmar. A moment later he was thrown on the ground next to Yalanue, also stripped and bound.

An orc stooped down to pick up Ailmar’s pack and opened it. “Kill the male and we will take the slave back to the war camp,” he ordered and another orc crew his blade and stepped forward, prepared to kill Ailmar. Ailmar began crying. But then the orc examining the pack held up his hand. “Wait, don’t kill him yet. Elf what are these?” he asked, as he pulled out a vial and held it up in the air.

Th… that is breeding potion,” Ailmar stammered.

“What is that?” the orc asked gruffly.

“It is used to help elf maidens get pregnant,” Ailmar replied in his timid, trembling voice. “If they take a dose, they become much more fertile and will get pregnant more easily.”

“So, they take this and they get pregnant without getting fucked?” the orc asked.

“N… no, they still must be… fucked. It is just much more likely they will get pregnant if they are,” Ailmar stammered.

The orc turned to his friends. “On second thought, don’t kill him. He is coming with us.” Ailmar and Yalanue were hauled up onto their feet and led off the road back into the forest.

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It was the next morning at Xorakk’s war camp and the slaves were back at work, digging the fuck pit. Urzkhal had gone down into the pit to see their progress. It was quite deep now, such that he had to take a rope ladder to get down into the pit. It was almost ready. As slaves dug, other slaves were lugging dirt from the pit to deposit outside of the camp. All had been worked to utter exhaustion. But all of them were too afraid to slow their pace.

Avshera winced as she dug. Her back was on fire. She and the other slaves had received 50 lashings for not finishing the pit the past night. She could still feel the stickiness of the blood coating her thrashed back. The elves had been warned that if they failed to complete the pit today, it would be 100 lashes. So they were all working at a feverish pace.

As Urzkhal watched the slaves working, another orc came down the ladder into the pit. It was Xorakk.

“Good, this will be completed soon. Once it is, the elves can stay down here as fuck meat and the human sluts can be put back to work on other tasks around the camp,” Xorakk said to Urzkhal.

“Aye,” Urzkhal replied. “I figured 3 more feet deep should be sufficient.”

“Make it 6 feet,” Xorakk responded.

Urzkhal nodded. “Aye. So did you get useful new information from that elf about the elf army in the forest?”

Xorakk shook his head. “No, she already told everything she knew to the goblins. Of that I am confident. But I worked her over all night just to be sure. And I just sent her through the portal to Gnarlug so he can have a go at her too, but she has nothing else to tell. But that is why I came down here. I am taking 800 of our men to intercept the elves. I will leave you here with 200 men to man the camp.”

Urzkhal grinned. “Enjoy the slaughter. I can’t wait to be killing and capturing elves myself.”

“Soon, brother,” Xorakk replied. “Soon we will take this whole world. But first, I will dispatch of this army. I hope it has some female elf cunts that we can take back for our new pit.” He glanced around, examining the slaves working. “I wanted to take a slave to fuck on the journey to intercept these elves. But I am not taking an elf obviously. Don’t want to give any of them a chance to flee back to their homes. But a human will do.” Xorakk spotted who he was looking for. “Ah the bodyguard. She will do.” He walked over to Vorranna, who was struggling to continue digging. He slapped her back, right over the mess of bloody cuts from her whipping, which caused her to howl in pain. “Come slut, you are coming with me. I need something to fuck as I travel to my battle. I hope these elves put up more of a fight than you did when I captured your princess. What was her name? I guess it doesn’t matter now. Ashes don’t have names.”

Vorranna lowered her head, trying to avoid eye contact or anything else that would set of Xorakk. Xorakk nodded to Urzkhal and then headed back up the ladder, making Vorranna climb up in front of him. As he looked up between her legs, he remarked. “I think I will make you wear that crotch rope again on our journey through the forest, I liked how that made you squirm.” Vorranna started to sob. Once out of the pit, Xorakk started to gather his men. It was finally time to fight, and he was thrilled.

(End of Part 6, to be continued...)

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